Kanye West - Life Of The Party Lyrics (2024)

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It's after hours at that glamorous blind spotAnd we're taking it easy, swapping personal experiencesLet's listen in America todayLife of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmmIt's the life of the party, to think I could've almost diedLord, help usHey, Miss DondaIf you run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpetsNo after-over, this is it, doneIf there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your sonMaybe she has in the form of a baby's laughI heard passing by in a stroller, remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grassI've been layin' on way too long, got me itchyGot up and roamed a lil' moreMiss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lostYou see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would coughExaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the pointTryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years laterAll that time, y'all thought a nigg* was highThought I was crazy, my mama, she ain't cut no cornersGot me back on track, I don't miss her oversteppingBut do miss a show in seven, civilian life sh*tAh, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her thisThe real reason I was geeked to go to church, must confessWhen y'all grown-ups would be in Bible studyThat girl helping me with my homework, her and I would f*ckAnd so pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirtySo on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us (shh-shh, ah, ah)Until this day, I think her mama knew but let us exploreMiss Donda, you see my father, please, ask himWhy he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside?Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birthsh*t, she probably was hurt, ah, poor babyTwo young people with different views a lot for a young ladyNo coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditionsThere's a dissonance at play, dad and mom do hard divisionThree Thou', poster child for big dick nigg*s raised by their mothersI'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubledKeeps me around, for what I don't know but I do knowThat it's crucial, that we do so, prontoI don't know how much long thoughMomma, your son in the red hat, had suffered set-backsHad shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone madHe made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sadHotel rooms by the shore, close my eyes, I can see moreNobody punkin' me, nobody pressure me, nobody gangsta meEspecially, when the gangstas eat thanks to meAnd my favorite principal name was Mrs. WootenShe was strict, the perfect instructor for young PutinVladimir, just so that is clearWhom should we fear when we know dad is here?(Daddy's right here, daddy's right here)I don't play, boyOver y'all dead body 'fore my daughter pose in PlayboyWe don't condone over-sexualization of the kids in the homeBattery in my back, this house of pain won't ever lastCyHi told me to my face that Sicko Mode was his biggest songWell go'n, cause Donda was the best ghostwriter I ever hadSouth Park had jokes about fish sticksTill this day the whole team can kiss this dickI put Virgil and Drake on the same textAnd it wasn't about the matching Arc'teryx or Kid Cudi dressJust told these grown men stop it with the funny sh*tI might hire the whole team from ACGSo don't text me like I'm Juanita JCVOr more important, Monica Corgan, who was there for meSomebody really there for me, was rare for meThat was new air to breatheWhen I was underappreciated, undervaluatedStockholders told me, "Board rooms will bore you"And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rulesThought we was the new Abu DhabiTold Drake don't play with me on GDAnd he sent that message to everybodySo if I hit you with a "W-Y-D"You better hit me with, "Yes sir, I'm writing everything you need"I told you I was gonna take the summer backSo any of the cap, won't take none of thatWhere my motherf*ckin' red hat?Security and the nannies be forever handlingI can't stand it when there's talks ofPutting the kids back in Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own schoolTrav, smile for these white people if you want (C'mon)While we build a team to get Hoover out the jointI do what I want, bro, in my lifeServe and protect long as it's my wifeScreaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower the percentage of SKIMSSee, I was going in back when they thought I was only making MsNow it's 9 billi', you ain't gotta like me but you feel meDo y'all feel me? Really?Get off Scott Free, I'm talking RidleyGet off our knees, that's if you're with meGet off your knees, that's if you're with meGet off your knees and let's get freeGet off your knees and let's get freeQuickly, I mean reallyReally, I mean reallyI need release, I don't need police, I'm like, "nigg*, please"Y'all can't hear me, mmm-mmm-mmmFor the real me, for the real me, I mean, mmm-mmm-mmmFor the real me, mmm-mmm, for the real me, mmm-mmm-mmmOver here, or you go over there?Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the, whoa, uh-oh, uh-ohReady mama? (Yup)I'm so proud of you, yup, you're gonna have so much funThey gonna shoot us in the air mama, okay?C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mamaHold your head back, hold your head back (three, two, one)Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right hereIt's okay, mama, daddy's here, daddy's hereHelp (daddy's right here), I'm scaredOkay, okay, I got you, it's okayOkay, we goin' slow, we goin' slow downIt's okay, stop cryin', daddy got you, see, it's over, you did it, PYou already did it, see? It's already over, yay, you did itBig girl, it's already over, it's already over, it's already overDaddy right here, daddy right hereI told you I'm not gon' let you goI'm not gon' let you go, mama, okay?Daddy got you, daddy gon bring us all the way down, okay?How was it? (We good)You did a good job (it was scary)Good job

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